I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

If it weren't for the funding from the Wayne Group, few people would be willing to bet their lives.Of course, volunteering to work with a fanatical interest in these super-criminals doesn't count.

A few days ago, under the escort of Batman, the Joker returned to Arkham again. The day he returned, the entire madhouse was in a commotion.I have to say that the clown, as the crime prince of Gotham, has quite a lot of fans.

Arkham welcomed a new "resident" today.

The prison car escorting the prisoners is driving slowly in the deep suburbs of Gotham. The dark road in front of it, which seems to extend endlessly, has no lights. You have to rely on the headlights to barely see the road, but the driver is probably a Experienced, the car does not even have a little vibration.Not far away, a towering minaret was looming under the mist, and the gusts of wind gave people goosebumps, but the mist could not be blown away strangely.

After crossing the gate, the sign of "Arkham Asylum" stood crookedly on it. Under the hazy moonlight, there was a cold light of iron. The prison car drove all the way in, and finally entered the range of Arkham.

The guards on the watchtower recognized the prison car and opened the door to let it go. The car drove in smoothly. The inside was as old as a warehouse, but the door was thick enough to be bulletproof.The car stopped, and the guard at the door held a rifle and asked the man who got out of the car, "How many are there?"

"One." The man answered succinctly, and pulled a person out of the car.

To be precise, a woman.

She passed out, and the man moved her to the wheelchair and handcuffed her hands and feet to it. With the light of the lamp, the guards could see her face clearly.

There was a strange look in his eyes, this is a rare visitor.

Isn't it?Those sent to Arkham are all lunatics like clowns, or have some superhuman abilities, but their appearance is usually not very flattering, such as killer crocodile, normal people dare not approach, of course, poison ivy Women are an exception.However, this blonde woman, her face makes it impossible to connect her with the criminal.

But he was very clear that no one who could be sent to Arkham was innocent.

So he quickly withdrew his gaze. Don't judge people by their appearance. This is the first lesson he learned in Gotham. Even a beautiful girl may pull a gun from under her skirt in the next second and make your head explode.

The guards pushed her to the patient transfer area and asked the staff to create her exclusive file, commonly known as registration.

"Let me see which room number it is..." The staff lazily entered some data on the keyboard, and the results that popped up made him stare, and then looked back at the blonde woman, his tone full of sympathy, "... ...It's No. 2 on the B2 floor. There have been too many criminals recently, and the ordinary cells are all full, poor beauty."

B2 floor, that is the highest security area in Arkham.

Because the clown is there.

……

On his sixth day at Arkham Asylum, the Joker is looking for a little fun.

Although he can always walk out from here refreshed, the waiting process is always boring. If it weren't for a psychologist named Harleen Quizell who came to him a few days ago and became his attending doctor, he would still be waiting for him. Wishful thinking to understand his inner world, I'm afraid he can't wait to make a scene.

That beautiful female doctor thought she was studying him, but she didn't know that she had already fallen into his trap step by step.

Madness is like gravity everywhere, and normal people just need a nudge to go crazy.

He just happened to give it a push.

Today, Arkham brought him another unexpected surprise.

An inmate who is too beautiful.

He watched with great interest as two guards with live ammunition carried the arms of the blonde woman. The poor woman must have fainted. They opened the iron door of the opposite cell and threw her in. He also heard her head hit the ground. There was a muffled sound, which sounded really painful.

There was a bang, as if the whole space shook, and the heavy iron door closed. Before leaving, the guards glanced at the green-haired man who sat obediently on the chair and looked at the show.

The clown, with his exaggerated make-up removed and worn prison uniform, seems to be just an ordinary man. Of course, the guards are familiar with the things he has caused in Gotham over the years. He is the most difficult to mess with in Gotham. The most irrational play of famous villains.

Thanks to him, Gotham's crime rate has been rising every year, becoming the city with the highest crime rate in the United States.

The clown met their eyes and grinned, with the corners of his mouth raised high. It was obviously a child-like innocent smile, but on this face, the guards only felt a chill behind them, even if the clown was locked inside or something. They couldn't do anything, even, as long as they were willing to point the trigger at his head, he would bleed profusely and eventually die, just like an ordinary person.

Yes, the famous clown is an ordinary person without any superpowers, but at the same time he is also the nightmare of Gotham people.They'd rather face ten Freeze than one Joker, because you can never predict his next move.

The two still couldn't help but feel fear, they quickly looked away, turned and left.

As a result, the clown smiled even more happily, and look what he found?Contempt, fear, and sympathy... Of course they are not sympathizing with him, they are probably sympathizing with the poor little guy who was assigned to face the clown, right?

His eyes fell on the opposite cell, the blond woman lying unconscious on the ground, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was delicate, her hair was a little lighter than Harleen Quizell's, brilliant light Gold seemed to take away all the color in the cell.

At that time, Bernice wanted to laugh for no reason.

Arkham Asylum?She also has the Avengers Building!

Grabbed by a group of lunatics who didn't know where, Bernice began to struggle desperately, and was finally knocked unconscious.When I woke up again, the world had changed drastically—in every sense.

Because you can’t feel the passage of time because you don’t see the sky all day long, the cold air turns into an invisible hand to pinch your throat at any time, and slowly tighten it. After nightfall, there will be some wild dogs screaming sadly, or Occasionally, there would be a scream resounding throughout the entire castle, echoing in the cold night, but at other times it was eerily silent, without any trace of life.

In short, this is not a place for a normal girl to stay.

Fortunately, Bernice didn't have many advantages, one of which was to go with the situation. Within three days, she accepted the fact that the dimensional wall broke and she was trapped in Arkham.

Bernice looked up at the light bulb jumping like a will-o'-the-wisp outside the cell, flickering on and off, she sighed, and couldn't help complaining in her heart.

It’s no wonder they can’t cure those mental illnesses in Gotham. As a prison and medical institution, Arkham is too unqualified. Let alone patients, even normal people will not suffer from depression if they stay in this haunted house every day. No wonder!

Didn't you see that even Harleen Quizell, who is a doctor, has become a Harley Quinn!

Who would like that lunatic clown? !

Speaking of clowns—this one got off to a bad enough start, but her cellmate was still a clown.

Yes, the one from DC.So without even thinking about it, she was sure that this was really Arkham Asylum.

Let the time go back to three days ago.

After Bernice woke up, she was in the state of "who am I, where am I, and what am I doing", but when she saw the extremely conspicuous green hair and pale hair without a trace of blood on the man opposite him who was smiling strangely at her... When he saw his face, he didn't react immediately.

After the clown saw Bernice wake up, he smiled even more happily, as if he had found some interesting toy, and said in an excited voice from his throat: "Well—little mouse, where did you come from? "

"Excuse me." Bernice's tone was unusually calm, "Excuse me, are you a cosplayer?"

clown:"……"

What the hell?

Bernice glanced at him up and down, nodded and said, "Cosplay is good."

The clown half-closed his eyes, "You seem a little confused about the current situation?"

"What else can happen?" Bernice frowned. "To be honest, can you let me out? This kind of prank is really low-level. Don't you know that it is against the law to imprison others' freedom?"

The clown seemed to hear something funny, and laughed nervously: "It seems that you really don't understand, it doesn't matter, this is just the beginning, welcome to Arkham—hahaha..."

Half of his face is in the light, half of it is in the dark, the corners of his mouth are raised high, and his smile is bright. He opens his arms, standing in this simple prison cell, as if standing in the center of the stage, wearing an orange prison uniform, as if wearing a gorgeous purple tuxedo.

Crazy laughter echoed in the sealed space. Thanks to him, Bernice finally regained her sanity.

Arkham?

Bernice thought of what those strong men who broke into her house said to her: "You will be transferred to Arkham Asylum.", and recalled carefully, the uniforms on their bodies seemed to have A Cam's lettering.

Not really.

Bernice panicked. She tried many methods, including kicking the door, prying open the door, and yelling, but she couldn't open the door and no one would touch her.

Then she calmed down and began to organize the cause and effect of the matter.

... What else could be the cause and effect!How the hell would she know why the dimensional wall suddenly broke!

After tossing for a long time, Bernice lay on the hard bed, thinking about how to get out of here in the future.

A very bad situation is that she seems to be locked up as a mentally ill person. She doesn't know how long her sentence is. She doesn't want to live in this ghost place for the rest of her life.But after thinking about it carefully, Bernice is not worried about this. Who is her cellmate?The famous Arkham escape master!

It's just that if she doesn't mess with the clown, it doesn't mean the clown will let her go, especially when he has nothing to do.

Her cell number is No. 2, and the clown's cell is No. 1. The two cells happen to face each other, separated by an alley. The cells on Bernice's side are all even-numbered cells, while the cells on the clown's side are all even-numbered cells. is singular.